Sherlolly Oneshots

Splatters (Teen!Lock)

Guess who's back (back back) back again (gain gain).
The pictures unrelated to the story I just thought it was cute.  Also, I know this isn't the teenlock everybody's waiting for with school and shit but I'll get there I promise be patient.
Teen!Lock suggested by Sherlockian892

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The forest hummed with life, the constant song of cicadas lulling and birds twittering overhead.  A stale fall breeze stiffly shouldered its way through the branches, making leaves spiral and dance on the forest floor.  Everything was soft and tame, yet at the same time singing with a restless energy.

Suddenly, a yell cut through the quiet like a knife, followed by rapid gunshots and bright, pink splatters trailing along the forest floor.  Two figures, clad in dark, armour-like suits, dashed through the forest, trying their best not to give away their position with the crunching of their feet on the leaves.

"Shit!  Did you seriously just fire at a squirrel?!"

"I thought it was John!" 

"How could you have thought it was John?!"  The two ducked behind a large rock, breath heavy and whispers frantic.  They both carried large, black guns, however they were loaded with a different kind of ammo.

The taller of the two took off his helmet, a mass of dark tangles curling around his face.  Dark purple streaks of face-paint marked his skin, running down his nose and dotting under his eyes.

Face creased in anger, he cocked his gun, muttering under his breath.  "Molly Hooper, I swear you'd better fix your jitters or else I will make sure you look like somebody slapped you with a rainbow!" 

The other figure, Molly, tore off her helmet, a few loose strands of her unraveling braid falling across her face.  The same dark face paint showed as a large handprint across the left side of her face.  "I don't know why you chose me as a partner, Sherlock," she groaned, "I hardly know how to shoot this thing.  But I'm your partner and right now we're in a fight for pizza and I really want that pizza.  So stop telling me what to do!"

Sherlock glared at her, "I still can't believe you're only in this for the pizza," he grumbled as he twisted the helmet back on.

Molly copied him, mumbling under her breath.  "And I can't believe you're not."  She loaded her gun as Sherlock stood suddenly, following him as he weaved through the trees with gun pointing frantically around the forest.

Suddenly, the gunshots rang out.  "Get down!"  Sherlock's voice called out.  Molly dropped to the ground and rolled behind a fallen log, raising the gun against her cheek with her finger hovering above the trigger.  Her eyes found Sherlock pressed against a tree and relief filled her when she saw he hadn't been hit.

A dark flash suddenly caught Molly's eyes.  Without a moment's hesitation she fired at the figure, though they soon disappeared.  Sherlock sprang into action, sprinting towards where the dark figure had been, shooting rapidly.

Molly followed suit, getting up and accompanying Sherlock.  Her back to his they circled around, guns raised and eyes scouring the dry forest. 

"Did you see where he went?"  Molly whispered, not taking her eyes from the forest.

"Lost him," was the reply and Molly let a stream of colorful curses fly from her mouth.

"This is hopeless," she whispered angrily, "John and Lestrade will find us sooner or later and I don't want to go to school with a massive bruise!"

When no answer snapped back Molly peered behind her, only to see Sherlock taking off towards where they'd last seen John.  She groaned and started after him, grumbling a few choice words under her breath.

Suddenly, gunshots rang out and Molly let out a small shriek as bursts of yellow bloomed on the tree directly next to her.  She did a double take and pressed her back to it, peeking out only to shoot blindly in her attackers general direction.

Eyes scanning the forest, Molly found Sherlock's attentions more preoccupied as he squatted behind a giant rock, gun raised and pointed at...

Molly felt a grin spread across her lips.  Sherlock was stationed perfectly to hit John and Lestrade!  She smiled underneath the heavy helmet and formed a plan to help Sherlock.

With a deep breath, Molly shot from behind the tree, sprinting to the next one.  Brightly colored splatters kicked up dirt right behind Molly's heels, and she couldn't help but let out a small shriek as she continued.

She dodged from tree to tree, the paintballs only narrowly missing her as she darted around the forest.  Molly felt a dread sink in, she couldn't keep this up for much longer.  As she flashed out from behind another tree Molly could hear more gunshots ringing through the forest.

Squeezing her eyes shut, Molly prepared for the worst, but was shocked when she heard more manly screams.  Familiar manly screams, in fact.  Molly let out a whoop as she saw John and Lestrade stumble out from behind their cover, green splatters of paint staining their gear.

John groaned and threw down his gun as curses flew from Lestrade's mouth.  Sherlock stepped from behind the rock, grinning widely and he ripped off his helmet. 

Molly ran from behind the tree, tearing off her helmet and laughing at the shocked looks on John and Lestrade's faces.  She was about to go high-five Sherlock when suddenly more gunshots rang out and Molly felt pain sting her side.  Molly blinked, her laughter stopping abruptly.  She looked down, only to see green paint splattered on her armor.

Jaw hanging open, Molly slowly looked up.  Horror and surprise creased John and Lestrade's faces as they all turned towards Sherlock, who was smirking and had his gun raised and aimed at Molly.

"What..." her voice trailed off.  Sherlock raised his gun and pumped his fist, flashing a toothy grin at Molly.

"There can only be one winner!  And that is me!"

With shock still written on her face, Molly fired her gun at Sherlock, watching as the pink splatters danced on his gear.

"Ow!  Ow- alright!  Alright you can stop now."  Molly nodded promptly as Sherlock tenderly pressed on the armor, wincing slightly.

"You beat me to it," John said with a dry smile as Sherlock grimaced at the pain, "there's definitely going to be a bruise there."

Sherlock glared at John and aimed a few test shots at his feet.  John laughed as he danced out of the way, hoping to avoid the surprisingly painful shots.

"Alright," Sherlock said with a sigh.  He walked over to Molly, eyeing her carefully, "Molly wins this one.  That'll hurt for days."

She grinned as he stepped closer, rocking on her heels, "and rightfully so, you backstabbing traitor."

Sherlock pouted, "are you still mad at me?"  Molly folded her arms over her chest and teasingly looked away with a hmph.  Sherlock smirked and bent down, swiftly kissing Molly on the cheek.  She went rigid, her eyes widening along with John and Lestrade's.

"I call for a rematch tomorrow, Miss Hooper," he whispered in her ear with a smirk at her taken aback reaction.  Molly blinked slowly as Sherlock stepped back, still smirking at her.

"Well let's go then, I may or may not have skipped the part where I actually paid for this stuff.  We have things to do," Sherlock grinned at Molly, "isn't that right, Miss Hooper."  His words seemed to snap Molly out of it and let out a shaky sigh, giving Sherlock a wary smile.

"Like that rematch?"

"That's the spirit!  Now let's go!"  With that he swaggered away, Molly trailing hesitantly behind, both leaving John and Lestrade staring at their backs with looks of absolute shock.

Once again, the forest was quiet.